Father/Daughter complications.

I don't give a damn, what those
naive 'professionals' say, they've never had to
experience this harmful endeavor before. 

I'm not some stupid damsel in distress.
I can take care of myself.
You're trying to protect me
from something I created.

You have your pathetic imperfections
am I not allowed to have mine?

You can call me psychotic-
a mental case- whatever
helps you sleep at night.
I've already gotten so far
there's nothing you can do to change it.
 
Just know that my problems are my own
and they have nothing to fucking do with you.

There; how do you like it?
you're getting the exact fucking treatment
you've given me.

Hypocrite. 

It hurts, doesn't it?

Because of how you've made me feel
my heart is destroyed.
Shattered to pieces because of your
stupid decisions.

My skin is full of scars and burns
the blood flows like the pain of 
years gone by.

So it seems like we both have addictions.
You to the drugs that tore our lives apart...
...and me to the wrath of self-mutilation.

It's worth it though, apparently.
you seem to got what you wanted.
So you attain your prize as I lay here
on the floor, bleeding out all emotions.

Any hope I ever had of having the father of 
the fucking year.

Congratulations. You paid a horrid price.
I hope you're happy.